Archive for September, 2003

Soothsayer

Tuesday, September 30th, 2003

He is a soothsayer of repute,
Whose utterings are taken in without dispute.
People throng around him,
As stars to the moon.
He listens to their hearts’ whispers,
And soothes their soul…
They return home feeling,
Better equipped to deal with the future.
But, I?
No I don’t need his divine predictions
I know what lies ahead for me
in the womb of the future.
Sometimes I […]

The Gift

Friday, September 19th, 2003

Always grew layers of slime
Around my attitude.
This male species
On the earth,
Is good for nothing.
I gathered this muck
Since
I forget to remember.
Then I met him,
His crystal clear
Jet black eyes,
Staring into mine.
Without threatening me,
Just staring.
I felt his petal soft
Warm gaze,
On my face.
It seems
Some of the ice,
Around my heart is,
melting.
His touch was
Not fake,
Absolutely unadulterated.
Always rubs away
Some of the layers,
Of […]

Socialism

Wednesday, September 17th, 2003

Sometimes, going through your normal chores, you can come across an interesting analogy. If you are living in a metro, daily routine becomes everyday survival. I remember one of my office colleagues declaring, For me “Moksha” means having ample time to grab a bite,called breakfast, in the morning , and ability to regularly secure a […]

Beauty

Tuesday, September 16th, 2003

Cocooning myself
In a moving train,
I prepared my eyes,
For scenic views.
Each and every
Nurtured and un-nurtured
Beauty pass by, as a
Dream sequence.
Scorching sun was,
Bathing the vast stretch of pastures,
Leaving my compartment untouched,
O! The pastures looked golden green!
Wind was blowing
Bending the visible foliage,
Leaving my tresses, untangled,
O! Stems and leaves were dancing rhythmically
To a soundless divine tune!
Lashing rain was,
Falling on […]

The Person

Sunday, September 14th, 2003

I remember that day. It was September 14th, time was around 8:30 PM. I was at a dingy PCO, talking to the person, for whom I had the tenderest feeling. I loved chatting with him, sharing anything with him, unburdening myself whenever I felt like it. Though I had inkling, that today our talks might […]

September 11

Sunday, September 14th, 2003

Expectant faces,
Fearful faces,
Peeping out of windows.
Office hours had JUST begun
But how could life be over?
Suddenly, definitely, precisely
And clinically for everyone.
We were just balancing
The morning coffee in one hand,
And files in another?
A lightening struck,
To plunge everything
And everyone in darkness.
Would we melt together
With concrete and mortar?
Was it our destiny
To be one with steel girdles?
And not with mother […]